TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,29
like a small flash of admiration in her eyes. “No, I take that back. A great friend.”
A knot forms in my throat, and my dick strains against my zipper. I want so badly to take her to bed and show her how much she means to me, and that she is so much more than a friend. But I know it’s not the right time for that. “I’m thankful for you too, babe.”
“I guess I’ve been acting so strangely because I’m scared to ruin our friendship. To—to become like them.”
“Impossible.”
She scrapes her lower lip through her teeth, staring intently into my eyes. “But how do you know? We screwed up pretty bad last time.”
“How ‘bout you dance naked around this room and I’ll show you just how different I am from that bastard.”
Her throaty laughter is a balm to my soul. “I think I’m ready to try.”
“Try what?”
“Dammit. Why do you always force the difficult words out of me?” she growls.
“Because I want you to take ownership of your feelings…and because I don’t ever want to misread them.”
Her throat clears, and I take her hands in mine, rubbing the pads of my thumbs over her knuckles.
“I want to try to make this marriage work.” She swallows hard. “But we have to take things slow.”
“I can do slow.”
She presses her lips into a semblance of a smile. “I want to be sure it’s not just about sex, but mutual respect and love, and more…”
I nod. “No sex. Got it.”
“I’m just so afraid to lose what we’ve built.” Her jaw trembles. “The loss of our marriage damn near did me in…I don’t think I could survive losing the friendship we’ve built over the years.”
“If you aren’t convinced that you won’t ever lose me by now, I’m doing something wrong.”
“Does that mean we can finally do away with this?” I toss two pillows to the floor and another at her face.
Nya catches it just as it begins to fall and starts swinging it at me. Midge, who from this day forth shall be known as Cockblock, is yapping her little ass off, jumping at me with her tiny fangs bared. It’s clear to see where her allegiance lies. Traitor.
I hold my forearms out in front of my face, blocking her blows before finally tackling her to the mattress. We’re both out of breath, panting like we’ve just run a mile. Her eyes darken as she stares up at me.
“Are you going to freak out if I kiss you?”
Her head shakes, and I lower my face til my mouth hovers just out of reach of hers. Her warm, minty breath is like a drug. I take a moment to revel in the way it whispers across my lips with each frenzied exhale.
It’s Nya who closes the distance, stretching forward to bring her lips to mine.
I grip the back of her neck in one hand. While she explores my mouth, I free her long locks from what’s left of her braid. Our kiss quickly escalates. Her hands are everywhere, urgent and seeking and setting fire to my skin in their wake.
“Can I touch your boobs?” I mutter the question through a tangle of tongues.
She snorts, laughing against my lips as she shakes her head.
“I mean, it’s only fair. You did touch my dick.”
Her hand slams against my chest. “Now you’ve gone and ruined the moment.” She throws her head back into the pillow trying to regain control of her frantic breathing.
“What? No! Come back here. It’s not ruined.”
“Yep… it’s gone.” Nya kisses my cheek then pushes me to my side of the bed, arranging three pillows in a line between us. “Baby steps,” she says referring to the wall that was once four rows deep.”
“Is this really necessary?” I harrumph. I feel like I’m being punished. I mean, at least I asked before just grabbing a titty. “I told you I’d behave. No sex. I swear.”
Her hand creeps across the layer of pillows to find mine and she laces our fingers. “It’s myself I don’t trust…” She gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “Good night, husband.”
Husband.
“’Night, wife. Just for the record, you can touch my penis any time you want. It won’t ruin my mood.”
“Noted.”
Nya
Summer’s Eve
Liam strolls out of the master bath with a cloud of steam trailing behind him as he moseys over to the dresser wearing nothing more than a towel tied around his trim waist. I pull my eyes tighter, pretending to still be asleep until he’s crossed the room and can’t